Cliché.

Let's pretend that we have time.
Let's tell ourselves -
White lie upon white lie,
False hope upon false hope -
That it's going to be alright.
And when our worlds collapse
My hand in yours, yours in mine
When we have to let go
Let's pretend nothing ever was.
Because it's easier to have never had
Than to have and then have not.

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